| Oh, you scared, huh? |
| Oh, you pussy?
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| Ayy, DY, this like a Wayne beat
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| Gotta watch that side block, hit up that main street
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| You can’t beef while we into it, lil' nigga, you can’t eat
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| They killed your mans, now you be claimin' that you can’t sleep
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| That trigger finger fast like Floyd, but punch like AB
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| He use tune and dyed his dreads, that pussy ain’t me, yeah
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| That Glock go bang, but it ain’t Keef
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| He got shot and made a statement, man, he ain’t street
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| You ain’t never shot shit, put that gun down
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| You ain’t wake up out your sleep to no gun sounds
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| Your OG entertain your gossip, look at your son now, yeah
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| Too many pills give me chills, yeah
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| Just 'cause you family, ain’t no deals, yeah
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| She used to punch in flights to come to the A and give me head
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| I told her bring the pounds before she come, she say she scared
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| Ain’t tell her 'bout no county, she get caught, she goin' fed
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| Oh, you scared, huh? |
| Oh, you pussy? |
| (Woah, yeah)
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| Oh, you scared, huh? |
| Oh, you pussy? |